Is it still me that makes you sweat
Am I who you think about in bed
When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking
as youre slidding off her dress
Think about what you did and I hope to god she was worth it
When the lights are dim and you heart is racing
as your fingers touch her skin
I've got
more wit,
a better kiss,
a hotter touch,
a better fuck
than ANY girl you'll ever meet, sweetie you had me
Boy I was it, look past the sweat,
a better love deserving of exchanging
body heat in the passenger seat?
No, no, no, you know it will ALWAYS just be ME
